What a whirlwind. For what should have been a five-hour drive turned into six due to road and Spokane traffic, we didn’t arrive in Coeur d’Alene until 6:30 pm. Unfortunately, the tiny parking lot and the two-story building didn’t match the 18-story, marina-adjacent, dreamy waterfront resort I expected. The two names – Coeur d’Alene Resort and Resort City Inn – are obviously different, but I somehow got them confused. This means our majestic water view is instead an asphalt and yellow-lined parking lot. Which is fine because what this place isn’t, there are definitely things it is.
Like this toddler-sized surfboard-looking iron.
Or this batty eyelash hand towel.
Or this slightly more fun than a normal clock.
This place has character! And who can’t love a built-in front sink tissue holder that made Evelyn squeal for joy? Archie’s settling into the chaos that comes with people walking above us and just outside the window. His manly bark bellowed three times before I summoned him next to me. He’s a good boy and is eager to please.
Day one is in the books, and I’m giving it mixed reviews. Three stars out of five. Nothing wrong but nothing all too right. It felt rushed, a tad tense, and long. The evening walk to McEuen Park, seeing the sunset, the greenest, lushest sprawling lawned park added a star. Taking Archie to the dog park section was nice and Dave, Evelyn, and Jeff enjoyed the playground. Live music eventually beckoned us to the marina area where an enchanting young woman sang to a three-person crowd.
With tomorrow’s plans up in the air, and needing something stat, I found a glamping spot four hours from here and close to Yellowstone. The nature backdrop in the photos for the space was enough to make my call of the wild spirit start howling.
On my mind are the ten or more progress notes I need to write. If I tended to them first thing in the morning, I’d feel lighter I know. More available for this trip. But the procrastinator that wants to blow them off like a bad date is real. How about this? When I wake up, I’ll take my butt over to that weird transformer-looking desk chair and start typing. I’ll even post this, and right after set it there to cajole myself over.
Just an hour, Jaclynn. You will feel so much lighter and available for day two. (Grrrr..)
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